Trying to square the circle of my creed,
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spread a little around for chicken feed,
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and every (any) little thing I need baby, oh.
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Everything that rises, all that flows,
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and every which way that it goes.
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It's tick, tock, the raindrop, and I wait for you.
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Like green eyes or cream pies. I won't yield.
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I'm tick, tock, those green locks.
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I can't go through.
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Like green eyes or cream pies.
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I won't yield.
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I won't yield.
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Oh, the darling light.
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Oh, the darling light.
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Oh, the darling light.
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I won't yield.
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The Dotted Line
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| David Gray |
